ADIRA
“Adira,” Rie whined, dragging out the second syllable of my name. “Take a break and come pick out dresses with me. You clearly are tired.”
Sweat was dripping down my face, and I was exhausted, but training with Ginger wasn’t going well. The heart monitor on my arm was also beating, which meant it was time to take a break, but I still didn’t want to. Zayla only agreed to let me train if I wore this heart monitor and took a break whenever it beeped. It felt like overkill, but her and Mark insisted it was for the best, and the last thing I wanted to do was hurt the baby.
“Take a break, girl,” Ginger said. “You’ve been working hard all morning. Have some fun today. We’ll pick up training again.”
I looked at Ginger, feeling exasperated. I wanted her to help me train hard, but she was
